The sound waves from the sword's cry reverberated, visibly distorting the space around them.
Truman narrowed his eyes. He could tell that it was no ordinary sound wave; it contained a very deep soul power!
Swords sing, reflecting the moon!
Finally, another move from Guiguzi was used!
Upon seeing this, Lin Nai's eyes lit up.
He had been waiting for a long time.
This Mu Xun is finally not using the same old trick anymore.
Buzz—
Wherever the sound waves of the sword's cry passed, Truman's phantom clones all automatically disintegrated and vanished...
Even several large rocks on the Gobi Desert shattered into powder the instant the sound waves passed through them!
"Hiss..." Truman gasped.
The instant he was swept by the sound waves, he instinctively clenched his teeth.
The sonic boom of the sword not only wiped out all his illusory clones, but even his real body bled from its ears upon hearing the sound of the sword's cry...
My head was spinning, and the scene in front of me gradually went black, as if I had been subjected to some kind of mental attack!
That was a brilliant move!
Truman swayed slightly, almost losing his balance, and covered his buzzing head with one hand.
The next moment, through his blurry vision, he saw Mu Xun's eyes harden as he attacked him again with his sword!
This time, without the illusion to deceive him, Mu Xun directly located Chu Men's position, and this time he didn't have to worry about whether it was an illusion or not.
"Special Ability - Sage's Tranquility!"
Truman quickly closed his eyes, tapped the acupoints on his body with two fingers, circulated his soul power within his body, and used the sect's mental cultivation technique.
Under the influence of soul power, a cool sensation quickly spread throughout the body.
The buzzing in my head soon disappeared.
Truman suddenly opened his eyes. At that moment, Mu Xun's longsword was almost upon him!
The sword's edge was only twenty centimeters away from his pupils!
Upon reaching him, Truman quickly stepped back, his body retreating as he raised something in his hand and twirled it with a "whoosh."
With a "clang!", the weapon in his hand clashed with Mu Xun's bronze longsword, producing a crisp sound!
Only then did the audience realize that Truman's weapon was a 30-centimeter-long bamboo-colored brush.
Many people looked puzzled. Could a calligraphy brush really be used as a weapon?
“That pen…” Lin Nai asked doubtfully when she saw the writing brush in Truman’s hand, “Is it Truman’s weapon?”
“Yes.” Hua Lingze nodded beside him: “That’s his weapon—the Confucian Brush. It’s said to be the most precious treasure of the Confucian Academy, passed down through generations. Only the most talented disciple in each class can obtain it. I haven’t seen him use this brush in a long time.”
Linnaeus suddenly remembered Truman's extraordinary professional name—Phantom Writer.
So his weapon really was a pen...
"Sizzle sizzle..."
The two weapons remained locked in mid-air for a few seconds, trembling slightly.
But this stalemate did not last long.
Mu Xun's wrist strength was still greater than Chu Men's, and the longsword eventually pressed the brush down.
Truman didn't fight him head-on. He pulled his wrist back and gracefully turned away.
'Under normal circumstances, Mu Xun has 3075 attack points, enough to suppress almost all the competitors in this tournament.'
Despite Mu Xun's relentless pressure, Truman's gaze behind his glasses remained clear and calm, and his brain began to work at lightning speed, recalling the simulations and calculations he had conducted before the match.
'According to his habit, after overwhelming his opponent with a single sword strike, he would use the Guiguzi footwork to adjust his position, shifting slightly to the left at a 25-degree angle...'
Then, pressing his advantage, he slashed out with his sword from the right side at an angle of approximately 79 degrees...
Having calculated this far, Mu Xun indeed made his move. He swayed slightly to the left, and his right hand slashed with his longsword!
Truman seemed to have anticipated this sword strike, and he slightly shifted his body to the side, successfully dodging it.
'Mu Xun's swordsmanship uses the Vertical Sword Technique from the Guigu School of Swordsmanship. Its characteristic lies in momentum, focusing on the overall situation and aiming for a fatal strike; Guigu calls this "closing."'
Truman continued his calculations: 'Given the characteristics of the Vertical Sword Technique, Mu Xun will pursue with at least three consecutive sword strikes; the first strike he dodged was merely a probe.'
'His first sword strike failed, so his next move was a hanging sword stance.'
'However, this move was just a feint; the final move was a straight thrust.'
'Given Mu Xun's habit, when he strikes this blow, his wrist will deviate slightly to the right by 13 degrees from the standard movement, and his wrist will be slightly raised. This will maximize the offensive power of the move, making it impossible for the opponent to dodge...'
'but!'
This, ironically, exposed his defensive weaknesses during his offensive maneuvers.
'Give the opponent a split second to counterattack!'
Of course, the vast majority (99.99%) of competitors are unable to perceive that opportunity in an instant.
Truman smiled slightly, his eyes lighting up behind his glasses: 'But I can…'
Truman's calculations were like a prophecy.
It seemed that he had completely anticipated Mu Xun's sword-wielding movements, down to every angle, exactly as Truman had described!
Truman easily dodged his attack.
He took quick, light steps, retreating gracefully, his robes fluttering in the wind.
He turned his body and quickly put a few meters between himself and Mu Xun.
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